There seem to be two types of people in the world, those who are driven to help others, and those who aren't / can't / don't. I have no idea what happens in the world of those who don't (too shy? too little time? haven't ever considered it? don't care?) because I live in the world where I am driven by something deep inside myself to help others. It isn't anything particularly noble, I don't think. It doesn't make me a better person, but I know no other way. I am driven to help others, and I get so much out of it - it is intensely rewarding. Maybe even more so for me than for them.
And I seem to be surrounded by people who do the same. My sister has dedicated her life, time and money to helping other mothers less fortunate than herself. My best friend and business partner Mel volunteers to scrub penguins, assist with spaying township dogs etc. This year she made all of us who were going to get her a birthday gift donate the money to an animal shelter. Lara who works with us at Nurture is driven to help new parents and new babies - she is going to volunteer to be a foster mom to abandoned babies. One of my Nurture recipients is thinking about dedicating some of his time and knowledge to help other gay dads navigate the world of surrogacy in South Africa. My mom wants to get involved in cancer support.
It seems all of these people have something they are passionate about, and a need to give back to others. My 'thing' is infertility of course. I have been involved in the infertility world for so long and together with my friend Maritza, we have formed South Africa's biggest online infertility support site Fertilicare. Maritza volunteers her time and expertise for free to run the portal. It makes me feel good that there is a place for people to go to be supported. I remember only too well how important it was for me to find a safe 'home' on the internet when I was going through my infertility.
And then today, I thought about this again when I realized it was the sixth birthday of a little girl called Kiera who only lived for a few short months. I met her mother Sheena through the Preemies support forum at the time when Ben died. Both of us had offered to support others who had lost their preemie babies. Sheena was only 19 at the time and had just lost a baby. Even at her young age she was already thinking of others. What an amazing woman. (Can't believe I have known you for six years already, you old fart!)
It made me think about what our different passions are, and I wondered what some of things you are passionate about - what would you do, if you had the time and resources to do it? What would be (is) your 'thing'?